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Suzy Snowflake hurried down the street, clutching her lace white shawl to her against the sudden flurry of wind and snow. She was nearly home, and she'd be so glad to sleep in her own bed after so long abroad.

"Well, well, well," she heard echoing around the walls of the quiet buildings along the quiet street. She paused.

"Hello?" she called timidly.

"I think we've figured out who's causing this little blizzard of ours," chuckled a second voice.

"We can't have Christmas without a little snow," said the first.

"Good," said the second.

Suzy was beginning to back away nervously when the two stepped out of the fog towards her. She instantly relaxed. "Oh, it's just you two!" she said with a laugh. "I must have been away for too long - I've gotten paranoid!"

"Too long, yes, you have," murmured the one on the left. "We've been waiting for you."

"Oh, is there going to be a Christmastown party?" Suzy asked brightly.

"You could say that."

"Oh, how lovely! Will there be presents?" Suzy clapped her hands in delight.

"Left on everyone's doorstep."

Suzy beamed. "And decorations?"

"Of course."

"And punch and eggnog?"

"Well, drinks, at any rate."

Suzy blinked. "No eggnog?"

"I'm not a fan."

"But where's your Christmas spirit?" Suzy asked in dismay. "You have to have eggnog at Christmas! It's a tradition!"

"I'm a modern man, myself," the quieter of the two announced. "I make my own traditions."

With that, the two stepped forward and threw electric blankets over her head. Suzy shrieked, but the sound was too muffled to attract attention. The two swaddled her up in more electric blankets until she couldn't move an inch, then left her lying in the street.

"And they swaddled her in cloth and laid her in the street, because there was no room for her in their plans," chortled the first.

"New traditions, indeed," murmured the second.

As Suzy Snowflake's trademark snow fell on her, the electric blankets quickly melted it into a pool of water...which soon rose high enough to short out the carefully exposed wires that warmed the blanket. Suzy's muffled screams echoed the electric shocks until she screamed no more.

That morning, as the sun rose and pierced the fog, the inhabitants of Christmastown didn’t take long to discover the body. The smoke and steam acted like a beacon, leading directly to Suzy’s blanket-entombed body.

“What happened?” Olive asked. “Things like this never happened back home! Or, at least, not since we trapped the postman at the zoo.”

“I can’t imagine it was an accident,” The Grinch said.

“I foretold you so,” the Ghost of Christmas Present wailed mournfully.

Jack Frost slammed his fists into a nearby wall. “How could this happen?” he snarled.

“Suzy never hurt a soul,” the Sugar Plum Fairy said sadly. “All the children loved her.”

“Whoever did this, if they could kill Suzy, they could kill anyone,” Valkotukka said.

“We’ve got to find who did this,” Santa said.

“Before they kill again,” Paksu agreed.

“Oh, sure,” Tiny Tim said, “and how are we going to find the murderers? Look for fingerprints on the electricity burns?”

“And besides, they’re probably standing here among us,” Rudolph said. “How can we trust anyone?”

“We can’t,” Frosty said. “We’d better go by majority vote, or we’ll never know for sure.”

“And then what do we do with them, once we’ve found them?” Little Cindy Lou Who asked.

“Kill them,” Jack Frost growled. “Kill them, like they killed Suzy.”

A silence fell over the group as they realized what they were about to do. Then, as the sun finally crested the mountains, the group nodded solemnly, one by one.

Living

Sally - Little Cindy Lou Who
Shasta - Jack Frost
G55 - Rudolph
Coppermirror - The Ghost of Christmas Present
Steve - Valkotukka
Morsul - The Grinch
Nerwen - The Sugar Plum Fairy
Zil - Frosty
Boro - Olive the Other Reindeer
McCaber - Tiny Tim
Lommy - Paksu
Legate - Santa Claus

Dead

Lottie - Suzy the Snowflake - Moddess

Day 1 has begun. Wolves, stop talking to each other. Village, good luck!